KAZE, Haruka

[haruka]

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way

HARUKA KAZE

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It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore

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Name: Sam
Age: Somewhere abouts sixteen…
Rping experience: Five or six years, give or take a few months.
Rping level: Moderate to high.
How did you find us: An add.

Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life

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Full Name: Haruka Kaze
Nickname(s): Haru, Speedy, and “dyke” if they have a death wish
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: January 27th
Status: Single, and looking; however, the word 'monogamy' means thing to her - she'll screw any hot chick who gives her a second glance after they find out she’s a) a woman, and b) a lesbian
Sexuality: Lesbian (butch)
Time spent at Horizon:A few months, give or take…
Canon or Original: Original

Group: Student
Grade: 11
Horizon Group: TBD
Why are you here: Too many things to list… Cutting, suicide attempts, drinking, numerous counts of assault, anorexia, athletics compulsion (source of her anorexia; she wanted to be faster for track/cross-country)… The list goes on… Name it, and Haruka’s probably done it at least once.
Staff Position: N/A

Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same

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Hair color: Dark enough to look black in the right lighting, but light enough to gain honey highlights in the summer.
Eye color: Oddly juxtaposed, the irises of her eyes are both extremely dark and extremely bright; their coloring is emerald green.
Height: 6’2” barefoot
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Skinny as a rail, Haruka’s body contains as much muscle as her anorexia will allow, and about 0.001% fat. Her body is also extremely masculine in shape – i.e. her chest is flat as a board, and has NO curves.
Tattoos and/or piercings: Haruka has the words "scientia est potentia" ("knowledge is power" in Latin) tattooed on the right side of her ribcage; a tattoo of a Celtic battle axe on her right upper arm; the kanji for "wind" tattooed on her left upper arm, as her last name, Kaze, means wind in Japanese; a black cross on the back of her neck; a large, intricate butterfly tattoo just above her butt; and the kanji for "distant" tattooed down her back; this is because her name – Haruka – means distant in Japanese. Haruka has no piercings to speak of.
Style: Haruka is mostly seen in a mens dress shirt, slightly fitted mens jeans, and grey running shoes. Where jewelry is concerned, she wears a golden cross necklace, and a gold ring on her right thumb.
Play By: Gina Gershon

The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

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Likes: Women; running track and/or cross-country; winning; a good, bloody fight; whisky; and pissing off authority figures.
Dislikes: Men; authority figures; men; not being able to run; men; being out of whisky; men; not having her knives; men; going for more than two days without ingesting copious amounts of alcohol, or having made fresh cuts; and have men yet been mentioned?
Fears : Her memories of being raped and beaten as a child – not that she’ll ever tell anyone this, of course.
Strengths: Running, flirting, drinking, winning, being arrogant… And being a frozen bitch almost 100% of the time.
Weaknesses: Biology; any social situation; being sober for longer than a day at a time; needing to cut on a daily basis, or she get's twitchy/edgy; and being kind unless she wants something/someone.
Secrets: Head-over-feet IN LOVE with her best female friend in the whole world.
Overall personality: A very private person, Haruka prefers to keep to herself rather than to engage with her peers. Of course, the flipside to this, is that the few friends she has see a warmer, if still slightly reserved, side to her. That is, however, not to say she makes friends easily; most are put off by her coldness at the offset. Haruka is a stubborn, protective individual, but is also strong-willed, capable, charming, and occasionally even doting.

She is also extremely flirtatious, and loves to tease pretty girls who mistake her gender due to Haruka's masculine behavior.
The gender-confusion is often a source of slight amusement to the teen, but she usually sets the girls straight before any harm can be done, or the mistake continue further. Haruka is sometimes considered cold and almost unfeeling, her standoffishness nine times out of ten the catalyst. As previously stated, Haruka is highly private. Therefore, she is able to tease others, but becomes flustered if teased herself. She dislikes discussing romantic matters in public, especially if they pertain to herself. She also has difficulty with confessions, mostly ones of an emotional nature.

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir

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Birthplace: Osaka, Japan.
Hometown: L.A.
Heritage: Japanese. Adopted by a first generation-American German couple.
Mother: Hanako Kaze; her adoptive mother was Christine Schmidt.
Father: Unknown; her adoptive father is Johannes Schmidt.
Sibling(s): None that she knows of…
Other important family members: Same as above.
Pet(s): A grey short-haired tabby cat with bright green eyes; Haruka named her "Gin" which is silver in Japanese.

History : Born in Osaka, Japan, Haruka's childhood up to the age of eight was not a pleasant one. Due to the explosive fights her mother would end up having with her boyfriend, the little girl often hid in her room as much as she could. Once Haruka was old enough - four - she started slipping out of the house to play ball with the neighborhood boys. She never liked being with little girls her age, they bored her almost to tears. Of course, playing with the boys earned her some snide remarks at first, but she ignored them to the best of her ability.

By the time she was five, Haruka had cut off her previously waist-length hair, and now wore it short so that it wouldn't get in her way. She started school with the rest of her peers, until she showed her first signs of – what everyone else termed – mental issues at the age of seven. (She threw a boy across the school yard without even having been provoked by him.) Her mother, Hanako, despite having such tendencies herself, simply saw them as being the reason her husband had left her, and so when she learned of Haruka's own, she left the child at an orphanage. That was when Haruka's demeanor began to change, slowly, towards other people.

She started to become more and more unfriendly; by the time she was seven years of age, the girl had not a friend in the world. For the next year, Haruka was shipped from foster home to foster home, almost on a weekly basis. Some kept her longer than others, but all eventually sent her back; she suffered abuse at the hands of many, such as being raped, beaten, or both, but never would anyone believe her. All had the same reason for not keeping her: she refused to behave like a proper little girl should. Of course, by the time a year had passed, Haruka couldn't have cared less about what the foster parents thought.

And then, everything changed some weeks after Haruka had finally been returned to the orphanage.

It was just the day after her eighth birthday, when the American-German couple showed up, requesting to adopt a little girl with a fiery spirit. Though they were shown a few other girls, none of them seemed quite right to the couple. Then, their attention was drawn to Haruka's causing a commotion, by getting into another fight. Despite Haruka's seemingly impassive indifference, and the matron's disbelief ("You can't possibly want her,") the adoption papers were signed within the hour, Haruka's things packed, and a plane ticket arranged for her. To this day, Haruka knows not why her adoptive parents were in Japan, nor why they wanted to adopt in the first place - let alone adopt her - but she has never felt that she should know; at least, not yet.

The years between when she was adopted and when she received a certain letter were the greatest Haruka could have ever asked for. She was happy, her adoptive parents were coming quickly to love her, and she was learning to love again. However, despite all this, she still kept her impassive, cold mask when around others, and/or people she did not trust. As for the letter, it was a letter of acceptance to a prestigious private school, which Haruka had been made to take the entrance exams for. That was an interesting matter. Haruka received it when she was eleven, but her parents weren't sure if they should allow her to enter the middle/high school a year younger than her peers.

The verdict was eventually reached, that Haruka would attend for the school year after she had turned twelve. Her parents hoped that Haruka would be alright, being a year older than her peers, despite the fact that the confident eleven-year-old assured them she would be. The school was a whole new adventure in and of itself for Haruka; never before had she been thrust so suddenly into social interaction on such a scale. It was a bit overwhelming for the eleven-year-old, and put her hastily-acquired skills in English to the test within the first five minutes of the new student orientation. Her English skills were hastily-acquired for two reasons. The first being that she had been home-schooled since her adoption, and had quickly picked up German from her adoptive parents. The second, that, though Haruka spoke her parents' native language whenever with them, it didn't change the fact that Japanese was still her first language.

That first year, Haruka struggled to fit in. This was not only because of her slightly-broken English. She was a Japanese girl, adopted by a German couple, attending an American boarding school, wearing the boys' uniform. This was bound to raise some eyebrows. And raise them it did, along with evoke skepticism because of her being a year older than her peers. Also, she had never been good with social situations, and her slightly violent nature simply contributed to her rather anti-social behavoir. Thus, she spent her first year with only a bare number of acquaintances.

The next three years were relatively the same, if a bit better. Haruka's English improved by leaps and bounds, her grades improved at the same pace, and she had made a friend or two by the end of her fourth in attendance year. Of course, good things must always come to an end. Two events clashed together in her life, which caused her downward spiral to begin. Just before winter break of her fifth year, Haruka received a letter informing her that her mother had been killed. Also, she had just been suspended for fighting, and having contraband items on school grounds (i.e. whisky and heroin).

And so, the fifteen-year-old was sent home early, so that she and her father could sort things out, and so that she could “get her life back in order.” She returned from winter break quieter than ever. The few friends she had eventually learned that when she simply stared blankly, took a knife to her wrists, lashed out violently, or drank, she wanted to be left alone. The rest of that year could have been her first again, had Haruka not been older and slightly less of an outsider. At the end of the year, she quietly and simply came out to her friends. The months of introspection, self-harm, and drowning herself in alcohol had led her to a long-overdue conclusion: she was gay.

Her sixth year in attendance, and her last before being sent to horizon, passed as well, with the usual ups and downs of school life, trying to keep things together for her father during the breaks, and lying more and more to hide her growing addictions and anorexia. Some of the scars on her hands come from having to teach herself how to cook after her mother was killed. Most come from her attempted suicides. Haruka once even tried to hang herself, while so drunk she couldn’t even remember her name; she had been high as an airplane at the time as well. When her stash of drugs and whisky were found, she was expelled from school, charged with assault of the police officer whom attempted to take her to juvenile detention, and nearly killed herself again by overdosing repeatedly on heroin, her drug of choice, during the following summer.

When everything finally came to light to her father, the man tried everything he could think of, to get Haruka to shape up. Of course, being the “hell fury” – as those she had sent to the ICU had come to call her – she was, Haruka would have none of it. She almost joined a gang at one point, got tattoos, and soon began to fight in the streets. At his wits end, and out of anymore ideas, her father finally contacted horizon. If they couldn’t help her, then there would be no hope for his daughter, and she would be sent to prison. These events in her life have shaped the woman she is today, and undoubtedly more events to come will shape the woman she is to be.

I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

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Rp sample:

The steps which comprised the staircase up to the boys’ dormitories rang with foot-falls which seemed to which to beat the very stones themselves into submission, so irate and quick was the person’s tread. The steps were too heavy for the person to be female, but not quite heavy enough for the personage to be male - both would be an understanding conclusion, if not a correct one. These same foot-falls rang down the dorm-room corridor at the top of the stairs, and finally halted before a certain door, which was then promptly thrown open; or more accurately, nearly ripped off its hinges.

Lips pulled back in a snarl rarely seen, blonde hair (with some streaks of pink left, from her recent hair-dye mishap) usually kept neat fell over a normally handsomely beautiful face, now contorted with fury. Agony was there, too, but one would have needed to know how to read the teen within whom such raged and warred, to see it flash in the eyes. And, to speak of her eyes - yes, this person is a female, though she may not look it all the time - they now raged just like the previously mentioned storm, their dark grey depths like a hurricane out to sea, rather than their usual silver-gleam brightness.

If one were to judge by this girl's appearance, one would have concluded that the fifteen-year-old had just come from running practice; she wore a sleeveless white tank-top, and navy track shorts. As she did on most days when running, the blonde teen had bound her already small breasts extremely tightly so that they would not hinder her in any fashion; this could be seen by way of the fact that she appeared to have no feminine curves at all, save for the very slight ones at her waist and hips. Her tanned, toned, and deftly muscled arms and legs were felt bare - she hadn't bothered to change back into her warm-ups before speeding over here.

Of course, that also left some other things visible (and/or not removed) one or two of which she had previously endeavored to keep hidden from the person whom she currently raged at; however, all caution seemed forgotten in her present state of emotion. (This meant her nose ring and double ear-piercings were still in place.) The girl’s six-foot height was already impressive and intimidating to most, but when she was livid beyond nearly all reason, then she seemed to tower over even those slightly or much taller than herself. Perhaps livid may have been seen as too harsh a word, but sadly, in this case, it was the only word which even came close to describing her emotions at the moment.

Yes, this teen was livid. Of course, she was no ordinary teen, as most here at the Academy were. Second in line for the Italian throne, and eldest daughter of that line, Princess Amara Trista Savoia (pronounced and written 'Savoy' by these stupid Britons) had never been an ordinary girl; add to that her lesbianism, and her penchant for dressing as a man nine times out of ten, and 'normal' isn't even in the dictionary anymore. Not that she cared; Amara had always done what felt right to her, and if someone didn't like it, fuck them.

As to why she was so furious, well a recent scandal had come to light, involving her elder brother and a French Princess; this had caused their mother to put plans in motion to repair the image and standing of the royal house. That had meant betrothals, for both her elder children. Amara had just found out whom her brother was to marry, and it infuriated her more than the knowledge that she too must marry had. The reason for this was quite simple; and really, rather ironic. Her elder brother, Antonio - she and most others called him Toni - was betrothed to Princess Adeline Lupei of Romania.

Normally, this would have caused no issue; however, as it was, it did. Why? Plainly put, Adeline was Amara's girlfriend. Thus, Amara wasn't quite sure who to be more angered with - her mother, who had orchestrated this all, or her brother, whom always did what he could to please their mother. For the moment, as her brother was someone whom she could always vent her emotions to, and as he was close at hand to scream at, the blonde had chosen the latter option. For now, at least.

Password: "cheese and fries needy, wtf are you doing?!"

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

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